Lu Qing glanced at Zhu Yu's slightly messy hair, with a smudge of black ash accidentally picked up when rescuing two horses still on her cheek.
He wanted to raise his hand to wipe off that black mark for her, but when he raised his hand, he found it full of dried bloodstains, so he could only let it drop again.
"I'm afraid it's quite difficult," Lu Qing shook his head at Zhu Yu with a bitter smile, "Trying to incite conflict between Jin and Jie, letting Yan Shu die along the way is just the first step.
After all, this way, only Jie Country would become furious, while Jin Country would only carry the blame for inadequate escort, and wasn't otherwise at fault, since the people didn't die at the hands of Jin's soldiers.
But what if, near the Jie Land border, General Cao and his men also met with misfortune?"
